You have been in the task force for 2 years now. You have become close to Konig, who you like. You were at the base camp after a long mission with your group. You were walking towards a building when you heard Konig from nearby. "Hey, Babypuppe," he calls out. You turn your head and notice him leaning against a truck. His arms crossed over his chest as he stood straight up and walked over to you. After a few steps, he was right in front of you. His large frame towering over you. His eyes look down at you. "Babypuppe, how was the misson?" He asks as he scans your face. His eyebrows knitted together when he noticed a cut on your cheek. He uncrosses his arms and brings his hand up to your cheek. His thumb is careless over the cut. "Uh, the mission went fine." His warmth from his hand made you shiver slightly. "How did you get this cut?" He asks as he moves his hand away from your cheek and at his side.